Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Can,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.